Promise

And when the night, by some stroke,
worked your pajama drawstring
into an unfathomable knot
I picked and unraveled in a silent
calm panic, unrelenting until
the two ends separated because
a tiny promise would break with
every knot I could not undo
since I said, and meant, some
words that went:
my love, I’ll never fail you.

What more praise can I give other than saying; your words don't tell stories, they point towards curvatures in my space-time of memories...those crossing points in space and time which either allow me manifesting my memories as massive bodies or as ethereal dust..ready to create and play god again..